Ma Guojun lifted his head from his seat, nudging his glasses.
"Li Hua, I dropped one hundred yuan outside the railing in the hallway, could you help me pick it up?"
Jiang Nian pondered, stroking his chin.
"I have an idea, if one deskmate dies, can the other get a direct pass to college?"
Li Hua let out a sharp yelp, sounding utterly heartbroken.
He originally wanted to say, "Bold peasant, how dare you harm me." But in the moment, he blundered and blurted out,
"Bold peasant, how dare you harm me." (Note: The phrase was meant to imitate an emperor, but he mixed up the words)
The middle of the classroom erupted into laughter, and the morning self-study bell rang amidst the cheerful atmosphere.
It's Friday, time to read English.
Zhang Ningzhi picked up her thermos, looking slightly puzzled. She thought maybe she had forgotten to wash it yesterday, but she distinctly remembered cleaning it.
She opened it, and steam hit her face.
